Piano (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I ...
Poems about tinkling (31 Poems)
The Allies (Amy Lowell Poem)
August 14th, 1914 Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry of hoarse throats, it floats ...
Eureka (Henry Lawson Poem)
Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar, For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp ...
THE SLAVE’S DREAM (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried ...
Sussex (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
God gave all men all earth to love, But, since our hearts are small Ordained for each one spot should ...
The Broken Men (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
For things we never mention, For Art misunderstood -- For excellent intention That did not turn to good; From ancient ...
The Flaâneur (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
The Opening of the Piano (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
IN the little southern parlor of tbe house you may have seen With the gambrel-roof, and the gable looking westward ...
Blackberry-Picking (Seamus Heaney Poem)
Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a ...
Orkney Lullaby (Eugene Field Poem)
A moonbeam floateth from the skies, Whispering, "Heigho, my dearie! I would spin a web before your eyes,-- A beautiful ...
Japanese lullaby (Eugene Field Poem)
Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,-- Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes; Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging-- ...
Garden and cradle (Eugene Field Poem)
When our babe he goeth walking in his garden, Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play; The posies they are ...
The Little Bell (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
HOW weak is man! how changeable his mind! His promises are naught, too oft we find; I vowed (I hope ...
Going for Water (Robert Frost Poem)
The well was dry beside the door, And so we went with pail and can Across the fields behind the ...
The Task: Book VI, The Winter Walk at Noon (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd. So God has ...
The Garden Of Boccaccio (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Christmass (John Clare Poem)
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
Southern Mansion (Arna Bontemps Poem)
Poplars are standing there still as death And ghosts of dead men Meet their ladies walking Two by two beneath ...
The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
262. Delia: An Ode (Robert Burns Poem)
FAIR the face of orient day, Fair the tints of op'ning rose; But fairer still my Delia dawns, More lovely ...
Improvisations: Light And Snow (Conrad Aiken Poem)
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
The Little Dell (William Allingham Poem)
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
An Imitation of Spenser (William Blake Poems)
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
In Arthur’s House (William Morris Poems)
In Arthur's house whileome was I When happily the time went by In midmost glory of his days. He held ...
Upon Appleton House, to My Lord Fairfax (Andrew Marvell Poems)
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
On Mr. Milton’s Paradise Lost (Andrew Marvell Poems)
When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold, In slender Book his vast Design unfold, Messiah Crown'd, Gods Reconcil'd Decree, ...
The Poet And His Book (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch ...
The Spooniad (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
GRANDAD AND A PRAMLOAD OF CLOCKS (John Lindley Poems)
Wheeling them in, the yard gate at half-mast with its ticking hinge, the tin bucket with a hairnet of webs, ...